To stop
A setting sun
Whose time has come
On the day of a lifetime .
A crime
You didn' t try
To emphasize
The struggle to get there .
Face it , this is a war that you are
losing
A scarlet letter etched upon your
trembling chest .
So scratch your skin to feel alive,
An amateur surgery .
Don' t pluck the splinter from your
eye,
The joys of life are gory.
Bend back the finger until it snaps
To splintered bone and crushed
veins .
Scream out until both lungs
collapse,
"All hail the dark new campaign!"
There is a special place in hell for
people like you .
A life
Immortalized
By serpent eyes
And a beautiful forked tongue
To beg
For some restraint
It sounds the same
As the day that we first met .
So now,
Drown it out in holy water ,
Vicodin and dollar bills .
Your dirty hands
Can thread the needle through
your skin
But they can ' t wash away your
guilt.
There is a special place in hell for
people like you .